Princess Eden Whiteshorn sat at the desk in her “Creative room”, the room was provided to her by Flint, Edens father, who believed her creative mind should not be locked up, but instead explored whenever possible. Despite this, most of her creations where far too ahead of her time, and so where unnoticed, seen as unobtainable fantasies. 

The room she sat in was filled with small tools and models. Carriages that propelled themselves without the need for an animal pulling it, machines that could make a man fly like a bird. Even great war machines that would destroy all in its wake. Despite these magnificent sketches and even small wooden models, none of the ideas left this room. 

Eden was sketching something, she had paper fanned out in front of her and she was drawing another new contraption. The contraption she was currently drawing was of a crossbow, not any crossbow, a crossbow the size of a small village. The way the diagram explained was that the large ballista would be loaded, using a herd of elephants to pull back the huge string, with a humongous bolt made of iron and other hard metals. The ballista would then be aimed at a town or other large structure, then aimed upwards. The bolt would fly high into the air and begin to land, falling onto the enemy town or structure. The bolt would explode in a shrapnel effect of death and destruction, the forces involved would create a huge impact, and the town would be destroyed by a single weapon. After the sketch the girl sighed heavily and wiped her brow, placing the papers into a drawer filled with other such diagrams, each of different inventions and contraptions.